Don't Run on a Full Stomach and Being My Own Hero

Yeah.  Ugh.  I knew I had to work out, and working out on an empty stomach isn't smart either.  I decided to have a full blown dinner though, kind of.  I had scrambled egg whites with veggies and goat cheese!  Yum!  Super delicious, but after running about 50 minutes and feeling sloshy after having drunk almost a whole bottle of water, my dinner was reminding me of its presence in an unpleasant way.  Ick.

On that note, if you've been reading my blog at all, I suppose you deserve an update.  I am down 34 pounds.  I started at 313 on January 14, 2013.  I am now down to 279, which I haven't seen since I found out I was pregnant with my DS.  He is now 4 1/2.  *huge ass grin inserted here*  I can't fully express in words what a huge deal this is to me.  I am 5 pounds away from my next mini goal which is 274, pre-pregnancy weight.  I have about 9 months left to lose 80 pounds, which would put me at 199, squarely and firmly in 1derland.  The land before 200 pounds.  I can do this.  How do I know?  Because I AM doing it! 

 

 

 

I am.  I hope that one day, I can tell my son what I did.  I am hoping that one day, he will never have known the struggles I've gone through with food and as a fat person.  I am hoping that he will love himself always for who he is.  I am hoping that he will use his body for good and enjoy exercise and that it will not be a proverbial four letter word to him.  I am hoping that one day, I will be one of his heroes.